Stolen

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PROLOGUE

I heard footsteps coming my way. The door creaked open, and I cowered in the tub, being very careful not to rustle the curtains I had pulled across to prevent him from seeing me.

My hands were shaking in fear.

The footsteps came even closer, and I heard him breathing slowly and evenly. I tried to calm my ragged breathing to match his unsuccessfully.

I heard a door knob turn, and the closet door beside the tub was violently thrown open. My hands quickly covered my mouth in an attempt to muffle the small shriek that escaped my lips. I knew he heard me though.

I stretched my small arm and grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the edge of the tub, holding it like a baseball bat, ready to swing.

I saw the shadow of his hand on the curtain, and I tried to stay as calm as possible. I couldn't hear anything anymore. There was no sound, only my panicked breathing. After about three minutes I started to relax.

The curtain was suddenly yanked to the side, and the sudden brightness blinded me.

"Got ya."

I closed my eyes, and swung the shampoo bottle wildly, the bottle was swiftly taken from my small hands and a large, warm hand covered my mouth.

Low laughter reached my ears. The big hand removed itself from my face, and I smiled up at him.

"C'mon little sis," he smiled warmly down at me. "You have to go to school."

I giggled and held my arms up, the universal sign for "pick me up." He groaned playfully, and put me on his back.

"Hold on tight." he said and took off running down the stairs with me squealing happily in his ears.

He dropped me into my chair at the table and stretched.

"You're getting too heavy for me to do that sis." he said.

I pouted. "I'm not that heavy."

He smiled and laughed. "Are you kidding me? A growing five year-old like you weighs a ton." I frowned.

A plate covered in syrup with a pancake placed in the middle slid in front of me, and I looked up to see my mom smiling down at me.

"Eat up," she said cheerfully. "Your brother's going to drive you to school this morning."

"Yay! Danny drive me!" I squealed happily, waving my arms around. One of my hands accidentally landed in the syrup, and I stared down at it before gleefully licking it off.

My dad walked in and laughed at the sight of me with syrup all over my hand and face. He grabbed a napkin from my mom and started dutifully wiping the sticky brown stuff off of me. I giggled at his slightly annoyed look when he found some in my hair.

While he attempted to get it out, my mom selected a butter knife and fork from the drawer and began cutting my pancake in to little squares.

When she was finished, she handed me the fork, handle first. I took it in my little hand and proceeded to angrily stab my pancake squares and shove them in my mouth.

"'Kay sis," my brother said. "Time to hit the road."

I hopped off my chair and skipped to the door Danny was holding open for me, grabbing my backpack on the way.

Climbing skillfully into the back seat, I threw myself into my car seat and placed my bag beside me. My brother hopped in the front seat and looked back at me.

"Buckle up." he said simply, watching as I pulled the belt across myself and buckled it. He turned around, satisfied, and slowly pulled out of the driveway.

I stared out the window and watched the scenery fly by. It seemed like only seconds later, he was pulling up to the school.

He parked the car and I fiddled with my seat belt, unable to unhook it. Danny saw me struggling and did it for me. I smiled at him and with a quick "thank you," jumped out of the car.

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